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ever!’ With these words, the beadle strode, with a lofty and
gloomy air, from the undertaker’s premises.
And now that we have accompanied him so far on his
road home, and have made all necessary preparations for
the old woman’s funeral, let us set on foot a few inquires
after young Oliver Twist, and ascertain whether he be still
lying in the ditch where Toby Crackit left him.
1 Oliver Twist
